#Findlay Docherty

[daddyschlongleg]

first drawin of 2025 :)c

[chu-mockatoo]

happy hazard release day to all who celebrate 🥂

[lavender-honey-arts]

I'm nothing if not relentless.im sorry i tried my best with the skills i have.

Merry Christmas!

(Hazard's a centolla, Venture Pacific Octupus and Juno's a Flying fish)

(those fishies are her torpedos)

[letternotekisses]

Hey, so I see you write for my husband Mauga a lot, and you did something for hazard…

I literally CANNOT STOP thinking about being sandwiched between them. Just crushed in those tits. The threesome that would LITERALLY break the bed

ohhh anon, your beautiful, beautiful little noggin!! this was a bit rushed but omg such a hot idea💞

Being in a relationship with both Mauga and Hazard would be the threesome that breaks EVERYTHING, let alone the bloody bed! Even just while messing around, jokingly wrestling each other over who gets to go first has the sofa legs creaking in agony. Hazard is admittedly a little more considerate of the furniture, but Mauga takes it as a challenge to bend you over every single surface until he can get it (or you) to break.

Also, the amount of food those two eat, you’ll be cooking seconds and thirds and freezing the fourths in case they get peckish again later. No need to make dessert, though, when they’re both looking at you over the kitchen island with heated gazes that tell you just what they have in mind for pudding. (Spoiler alert: it’s you.)

Not only are their appetites large, their libidos are just as insatiable. Both of them typically catch you off guard, sharp grins splitting their faces and bearing their pointy canines until your back is met with a wall of solid muscle, smushed comfortably between their humongous badonkadonks until you’re dragging them both into the shower with flustered grumbles. Works every time.

(A lot of your trysts happen in the shower, as those two fuckers know how to make a mess.)

You’re often on your knees, their huge, hulking bodies blocking the light and most of the hot water. Heavy cocks resting over your face as you tentatively stroke one and lathe your tongue leisurely over the other, their breathing loud and hungry, chests heaving hedonistically as Mauga cups your head to coo down at you, guiding your movements. Hazard’s hair is slicked down by the water, giving him a deliciously disheveled look as your fingers struggle to connect around the girth of his meaty cock.

If not that, then you’re hoisted up by their conjoined strength and stuffed to the absolute brim. One on either side with their cocks bullied deep inside your soft, inviting holes, their movements so perfect in tandem that it has you drooling against one of their chests, all fucked out. And yes, both of them whisper sweet nothings into your skin, growling and grunting about how they’re going to breed you so fucking full.

Life with them is just as sexy as it is fucking expensive. 💞

[acromandus]

Rules are like bones; they're made to be broken.

HAZARD | Overwatch 2

[corruptimles]

my duo took to Hazard immediately so we've been quickplay goofin' (ft. @bluu-spectre's OC Ezra who is also Scottish)

bonus: my duo after the trial ended

[itsofaking]

i just know what the internet is gonna do to this man

[ilona-art]

This guy has been on my mind almost 24/7. God I love him. And he's super fun to play as well! His design was also absolutely great to experiment with! Love going crazy with shapes and colors. It was great to just... unwind yk? But yeah, Hazard is my fav character now... I'm so tempted to make an OW OC just to draw art with of the two. Eheherhebher reminds me of my old fangirling fanxcanon days. Getting old *sob*

[junjomonstah]

Did you guys know they recently added Bowser to Overwatch ?? They're calling him Hazard for some reason though idk dude it's odd...

[peydawgz]

Could we mayhaps get a curvy reader x hazard pretty please 💕

Yes and you get bonus Ramattra because I am ✨bricked up✨

Hazard

Fin looks at you with his eyes and his heart. He is enamored with your beauty. If youve got a naughty side showing, say a tattoo or a piercing, some showy outfit, or serving the punk look, he’s like a moth to the flame.

He’s kind and gentle with you, and treats you like royalty. He’ll defend you till death, and probably spend all his money on you. He goes out of his way with everything in his life.

You’re so warm and cozy, and you fit so perfect in his lap he would rather cuddle you forever. He likes to rest his hand on your stomach while you lay together, and mmm your thighs are so squishy and tempting. (Literally how to spoon, tiddy in da hand, kiss ya neck, dick hard on the butt. Hell yeah)

He’s always touching your butt fr, like just a little pat sometimes when you’re ahead of him, but also when you’re in privacy he’ll just grope you for fun. He loves kissing your neck and cheeks, and kissing you anywhere in fact.

He would never ever put you down or have any negativity near your relationship. In fact, he’s more of your hype man. He loves when you dress up and play with your fashion sense. He encourages you to wear whatever you want though, and finds you very adorable and attractive in your comfy outfits.

He’s a big guy, and when he gives you one of his jackets you find you are swallowed in it. He loves you so much, he can’t help but squeeze you up into a hug.

He loves to hold your stomach, in any way. Picking you up and giving you a cute little spin around when he sees you, or just simply wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest.

I think if you licked him it would turn him on,, and fr he would do it back he’s such a cute weirdo.

Ramattra

Your kindness towards him drew him in. You treated him like he was any other, and just lived your humble human life. He learned that he must have a heart,, because you stole it.

Ramattra wants to protect you at all costs, because you are the best thing that could have happened to him. If anyone says a word, he will destroy them. He’s never desired an omnic/human relationship more than ever before you came around.

He is like an animal, although he is machine. He tilts his head in curiosity, when he sees something he likes. He approaches slowly, and is almost fearful at first touching you. Then, he is just leaning all over you and nuzzling you everywhere.

His cold metal hands explore every curve, sending you shivers. He is starving for your touch, absolutely melting when your fingers go for his coils of “hair”. Every receptor and sensor is tingling with sensation,,, like what one would call butterflies in your stomach.

You love when he is in Nemesis form, his larger arms surrounding you and making you feel so small and cute. He picks you up bridal style, nuzzling his faceplate into your neck and seemingly purring.

He falls in love with every inch of you, and cuddle time is usually spent with you on top of him. His hands hold your thighs pressed against his cool body, helping you relax as your head lay on his chest. He strokes your back, and maybe will him you a gentle song.

Omg kiss him!!! Smooch him everywhere for real!! He wanna kiss you so bad,, all he can do is nuzzle and touch you :(

[ya-zz]

Hazard Drabble

Guys... I may like playing Hazard...

As the pain medication begun wearing off, Findlay could feel a tingling sensation coursing through his body in place of the pain that had knocked him unconscious a few hours prior.

"Hey, sleepyhead." You whisper as you lean over, taking his hand in yours.

"What happened?"

"That mission nearly landed you six feet under. You had no idea what you were doing, injecting that shit into your body like that!"

"I'm not dead-"

"That's besides the point, Fin!" You grip his hand a little bit tighter. "You could've gotten yourself killed..."

"Ah, you wee thing, you worried about me?" He chuckles, sitting up in the medbay bed. "Don't cha worry, I ain't goin' anywhere."

"I sure hope not." You sigh, leaning up to plant a kiss against his forehead. "Rest. You are not leaving this room until we know for sure that you're okay. We're not ready to lose another member because of your carelessness."

The taller man sighs, a small blush appearing on his cheeks at just the thought of someone caring for him.

"Aight, you got it." He knows that in a day or two that he'll be out of that bed soon enough. Nobody can hold him down for long.

"I mean it, Fin."

"Yeah, yeah."

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@colemorrison

[pitterpatkittycat]

Overwatch 2 posted this on their community Discord and I’m so 👀👀👀 as though they didn’t know exactly what they were doing for Mauga & Hazard girlies

[alemvy]

here's a cute hazard voiceline i caught while saving my lifeweaver

[letternotekisses]

Have you seen the new tank 👀🫣

(nsfw) I have. Take this thought from me before I explode.

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There’s a predatory need in him that craves to devour every part of you. A gleam in his eye when he cranes his head down to watch as you chatter away, a soft and amused ‘Aye?’ leaving his lips every so often. Behind the brute muscle and flashy augmentations there’s a cunning mind at work, gears turning in his head as he culminates a plan of action.

You know the look. Lidded eyes, disheveled hair. The way his tongue lathes over the sharp peaks of his teeth, teeth that have brutalised your skin and left you wanting. It makes heat bloom in your belly and you worry your lip between your teeth. Hazard takes good care of his girl. He treats you well - shucks his jacket over your shoulders on cold nights and puts his palm over sharp countertops when you walk by or bend down - a real gentleman.

Is what he would be, if his mouth were any different.

He can never shut up, running his mouth even though his voice is muffled because his face is buried between your thighs. Or he’s talking you through, yapping away while you’re clinging onto the mattress for dear life with each toe curling thrust. Each heavy slap of his balls against your ass doesn’t even hinder him - because he just keeps going.

You whimper at every heady sound he makes, heat thrumming in your belly and pussy clenching around his fat cock every single time he talks. He doesn’t shut up because you get oh so wet around him and squeeze him oh so deeper, and Findlay likes to use it to his advantage - not that he’d ever tell ya that, though.

“Yer pretty pussy’s pullin’ me in, hen.” He croons, a malicious grin that bears his canines curls Hazard’s lips, his fingers grazing your skin as he settles his grip on the divot of your lower back, pulling you taught to reach the deepest part of you. “Like she was made for me, eh?”

You give him a glare over your shoulder, throwing a pillow into his face that bounces off and doesn’t even wipe the smirk from his features. He only grins like a shark, getting his own back by idly toying with your clit, something to break that stubborn look covering your features. He knows it gets you riled when he teases you - and when there’s so much of the night left…

He likes having his pretty girl wet within a few sentences, how could you blame the guy?

[leviathanleva]

Sugar Bomb

Pairing: Findlay 'Hazard' Docherty x Fem!Reader

Description: Trying to court Hazard is tough. You nearly give up, thinking your methods have failed. Or have they?

[2.4 k words]

Chapter 5

“Listen, I’m an omnic and even I can smell your perfume.”

You purse your lips at Susie before averting your attention to the lava lamp on your nightstand.

How everyone but Findlay had noticed the changes was beyond you. You’d tried so hard to impress him, your wardrobe was full of cute dresses now, even knitted winter ones you tended to freeze in, but soldiered on just to try and catch his eye. Thigh-high socks had become a regular sight, squishing your thighs just perfectly. You’d even gotten your nails done, a pretty bubblegum pink.

A sweet candy perfume rested next to the lava lamp; one-third of the bottle was already gone because you never missed the chance to renew the aroma on your neck, hoping that the dumb blond would be lured in by the smell of treats. But no, the oblivious bloke instead checked the cookie jar every time you were together in the kitchen because he was too daft to realize the notes of vanilla and cinnamon were coming from you and not some hidden pastry.

“I just missed being girly.” Is the first lie you can think of to tell Susie and sate her hunger for being in on the secret to your sudden and drastic change.

You’d rather move out than tell anyone the pathetic reason why you abandoned sweatpants and leggings for short dresses and tight thigh-highs.

“And that’s why you spent half your savings on a new wardrobe when your clothes are perfectly fine?”

You cross your legs in discomfort and suppress the need to hide under your covers.

“Yes.”

Every morning you took a shower before starting an intensive skincare routine. From ampules to face masks and even a rose quartz face roller. You scrubbed yourself raw, used the best-scented body lotion you could find, and caked yourself with copious amounts of vitamin C and sunblock, made sure that every little imperfection and blemish was covered up, that your cheeks always had a ruddy tint to them, lips always hydrated and as plump as possible. Your skin was glowing, your hair was immaculate, your clothes were ironed to perfection, everything about you was as spectacular as you could make it.

And still, he didn’t notice a fucking thing.

Men…typical.

Each day you tried a new outfit, thinking maybe it’s not a color he likes, the length is wrong, the combination isn’t his style. And each day your hopes were crushed when he didn’t even dare to look in your general direction.

Were you that unfavorable in a dress? What were you doing wrong?

It was exhausting to be denied even a glance when a month ago you were holding each other like lost lovers. Granted he’d almost died and you were on the brink of a complete meltdown because of it, but still.

Now his eyes were everywhere but on you, his good mornings and good nights were rushed and dismissive as if he didn’t even want to speak with you.

It took a toll on your confidence.

“You know I’m gonna get to the bottom of this, right?”

You squint at Susie’s words and force out a nervous laugh before shifting slightly away from her on the bed.

It was girls' night again, it had been a while since you both had enough time and energy to have a proper sleepover. You had been ecstatic and in desperate need of a distraction from your failed attempts at courting Hazard. But of course, the sweet little omnic was perceptive and she knew you too well for all these sudden changes to go unexplained.

So here you were, being interrogated while you did your best to dodge the matter.

She was more headstrong than you though.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” She says delicately as if she was trying not to frighten a jumpy hare.

“I know Suze.” You sigh and look away when your expression changes from content, but slightly nervous, to utterly pained and dejected. “But there’s nothing to talk about. I’m just running an experiment, trying to boost my confidence is all, but so far…” You take a breath and continue. “…So far it’s felt like an utter failure.”

Her hands twitch in her lap before she rests one over your knee, kind and gentle like she always was.

“Is that what this is all about?” The omnic tilts her head slightly and then chirps out a giggle. “You’re not feeling confident?”

There’s genuine sympathy in her tone and you force out an embarrassed smile and brush your fingers you’re your hair awkwardly.

“Yeah…” Is all you manage before taking your pillow to squeeze against your chest and stuffing your face into it. It wasn’t technically a lie, your confidence was suffering, but it was more due to someone rather than diminishing by itself.

When you hear shuffling you look back up and see Susie sliding off the bed and slipping on her coat with determination you’d not seen in her before.

“Where are you going?” You ask, words muffled into the fluff of the pillow.

“I’ll be right back, trust me.” She calls back and closes the door behind her, leaving you alone in the dim atmosphere of your bedroom.

And so you wait, abandoned to solitude with a bowl of popcorn and a list of old corny movies you were planning on watching. Snow fell languidly outside your window, piled up on the sill, a friend to the frosted flowers decorating the glass. The heater blasting in the corner did well to fill the silence with a soft white noise, but it wasn’t enough to quell your self-doubt. You’re left to your thoughts which have been very unkind lately, it’s not a good place to be in. Your mind berates you incessantly and all you can do is squeeze yourself into a tighter ball of shame and just take it.

Not good enough. – It wasn’t a term you liked to use, you knew how detrimental to one’s mental health it was and in the past you’d managed to stray from it, well, mostly. But lately, it had kept nagging at the back of your head until you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Self-hate had slithered into your bloodstream and now there was no getting rid of it when all of your self-worth was unknowably put on the shoulders of a man who didn’t even want to acknowledge you.

You pat the pillow in your lap gently before puffing out a breath.

“Fuck this.”

You’re wiping the cat eyeliner off your lids and smearing the lipgloss into the back of your palm to get it off your mouth before you can process what’s happening. Once that’s done, you take the perfume bottle and stuff it in your drawer where you hope to forget it ever existed.

If he didn’t like you, that was that, no amount of makeup or pretty clothes were going to change his opinion. You’d just hoped that maybe…

“No.”

You shake your head, shake all the stupid thoughts away before standing to change out of the white knitted dress you were suffering in. A pair of khaki shorts and a large hoodie, a mouthful of popcorn, and a stupid romcom with Susie were all you needed to be happy.

There’s a ruckus outside your door, hissy voices that are scream-whispering at each other but the words are too rushed and belligerent for you to comprehend. You go still and strain your ears, leaning slightly towards the entrance of your room while trying to listen, but nothing comes of it, the voices are too distorted.

When the door opens you jump instinctively and grip onto your hoodie to steady your racing heartbeat.

There stands Susie, gripping Hazard’s arm and keeping him from bolting down the hallway and away from you like he was avoiding the plague. If it didn’t literally rip your heart apart, you’d find it funny. It was like making him eat steamed broccoli all over again.

“Great! Now we’re all here.” The sweet omnic starts and nudges Findlay in the ribs hard. “Now say what you think, Haz.”

“Wut? O,…right. I uh… I don’t – ” The poor Scotsman was stumbling over his words more than you were over your thoughts. He looked about ready to crawl out of his skin, it was torture to see him in such a state and despite Susie’s good intentions, you’d rather just set him free from your unwanted presence.

“Suze, really. It’s okay, he looks so uncomfortable.” You blabber out with a strained laugh and raise your hands up to motion for her to let him go despite the tears prickling the back of your eyes.

“No, no. He’s been dancing around this since you changed your style.” She interrupted and pulled Hazard inside the room before shutting the door to keep him from escaping. “Go on, Haz.”

It was a comical sight, the man barely fit in your small cozy dwelling. This was the first time he had ever entered your room and if the circumstances were any different, you’d be a nervous wreck, but right now, you just wanted this whole charade to be over.

“Susie, please…Just leave him be.” You plead, unaware of the small crystal clear droplets that are starting to weigh down on your lower lashes.

He’s tapping his foot in agitation and readjusting his tee every few seconds. His eyes skim over your bedroom – your lamp, the old TV screen, the popcorn bowl, your bed, everything and anything that isn’t you. You want to scream in his face:

“What the fuck did I do to you?! Why are you acting like this?!”

But you couldn’t, it wasn’t like you, confrontation was scary, confrontation with Findlay was even scarier.

“No. I’m done with you two playing the long game. Just say what you want to say and stop suffering – ”

“ – Susie!” You don’t realize you’ve yelled until it’s already echoing around, you don’t realize your voice broke halfway into pronouncing her name either. You swallow awkwardly, partly curl in on yourself, and speak in a rasp “Just let him go. He doesn’t want to be here.”

You’re sniffling softly, barely suppressing sobs and hugging yourself. It’s pitiful, you hate yourself for it, you wish you weren’t such a crybaby.

“Ey…No..No, no, no.” You hear him say, look up and meet his eyes for the first time in weeks. He approaches you hastily, ripping out of Susie’s grip to bend over you and tenderly wipe your cheeks dry. “None o’ this shite.” He gives the omnic a side glance. “Give us a moment, ye?”

When you hear the door shut behind her your lips part to form blubbery, wet words soaked with days of silent suffering.

“Why don’t you look at me anymore, Haz?” You wrap your fingers around his large wrist, craving his touch desperately after so long. “Did I do something? I don’t get it…You don’t even come close to me – ” A sob, a hiccup, a shiver wracking your body, cutting your mumbling off short. “ – anymore.”

“I’s Findlay. Fin for you. Kay, bonnie?” He speaks evenly, wraps one arm around your waist and gently tugs you into his wide chest. You practically disappear in his embrace, surrounded by warm, heavy muscle and it feels so right to stand like this. You relax, wipe your nose into the sleeve of your hoodie, mewling softly as he coos down at you. “Mah wee hen. Pretty li’le birdie. ‘M sorry…”

You cling to him, standing on the tips of your toes just to be able to rest your damp cheek against his prosthetic shoulder and still barely reaching. Your fingers trace the synthetic cords on his nape and you hear him gurgle out a curse before taking in a deep breath and choking audibly.

Then it dawns on you that your attempt at luring him to you might have backfired. You pull away slightly and cup his chin with unfathomable tenderness. He leans into your caress and closes his eyes to concentrate on stifling the hunger sparking to life inside his abdomen.

“Is it the perfume? I’ll stop wearing it, I thought you’d like it…I didn’t think you might actually be allergic – ”

“ – I’s not tha’, hen.” He struggles for words, a man barely restrained by his care for you and your dignity, because you simply deserved better than him. “Ah like it. Ah do…A bit too much.”

It takes you a moment to process what he means, but once you do, your whole body feels like it’s been lit ablaze. Your heart pounds in your chest, ready to leap through your ribs at any second. You dig your nails in his skin to try and keep from collapsing right there on the spot and earn a strained rumble from him as a reward.

“Prancin’ about in those pre’y li’le dresses. Could smell ya ‘round every corner.” He glowers, driven to the brink of insanity by your existence in his life. He kneads your sides eagerly, craving the flesh hidden beneath the thick fabric of your hoodie. He’s desperate, restrain runs thin and he’s had enough torture to be able to resist again now that you were in his hands, yielding and soft. “Wasn’t enough ta test me with them pre’y clothes. Had to use tha’ stench too. Lure me out like a wolf starved.”

“Fin…” You mewl out weakly, grateful for his solid hold on you because you were nearly ready to faint.

“I like ta think is all fur me, ya know?” He murmurs, it’s barely audible and you want to shout in his ear that it is, but it feels like there’s water in your lungs, you’re drowning in his presence, immobilized and pliant.

“Findlay…”

You manage to sneak a glance. His eyes are glowing in the dimness of your room, a threatening shadow cast over them and making them stand out. He looks like an apex predator about to feast, having finally caught his meal. And you’re right there, the willing sacrifice, ready to be swallowed whole if only to stay with him forever. You’re ready for anything as long as he’s there with you.

“Wonna eat ya up.” His nose is pressed into your neck, inhaling deeply, then you feel a wetness being dragged across your skin and a shiver wracks you entirely. “Cannae take it anymore…”

“Please, please, please…”

This is all you’ve ever wanted.

“You two alright in there?” Susie, bless her, the ever-caring friend that she was, but you really wished she wasn’t waiting for you to wrap it up on the other side of your door. He pulls away silently, regrettably, and spares you a last wanton glance before heading for the door and leaving you there thrumming and beyond overjoyed.

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[ravandwyr]

i have no idea how character design actually works so this is by no means an attempt of "fixing" him!!! i just wanted to see if i could edit him more to my taste hehe 😳👉👈